I remember that year when I was only nine years old. Ha! Women's Day is coming. My father and I decided to cook a big meal for my mother. I said, "Dad, can I cook?" Dad said, "Can you do it?" "I can" I answered without hesitation. "all right! Don't burn the dishes. " Dad smiled and said.

I walked into the kitchen, wow! What a lot of dishes! I want to fry a cabbage. I picked up the knife and brushed it! Cabbage turned into shredded cabbage, and I thought, this is terrible. I thought for a while and said, "Can you make shredded cabbage with Chili?" Ha! I took the oil and poured it into the pot. After a while, the oil seemed to dance in the pot, and I was scared into a cold sweat. "No, I must cook well." I think. I poured shredded cabbage into the pot and the oil stopped immediately. I sprinkled pepper on the cabbage, turned it over in the pot with a spoon, and added salt and monosodium glutamate to the dish ... After a while, a dish came out of the pot. Dad tried it and said, "It's too weak." I'm just about to go back to the pot and fry. Dad said, "No, it will paste." I said, "I see, then I'll cook other dishes!" " After more than an hour, many dishes are out of the pot, including fried meat with Chili peppers and cold tomatoes … although they are not very delicious.

After a while, my mother came back. My mother ate the thin shredded cabbage and said, "It's delicious." I said to my mother, "it tastes bad. I know. I'm not sad. It doesn't matter." My mother heard what I said: "You have grown up.

I saw my mother's eyes filled with tears, but they never fell.